He was always trying to be here for me. Always. Rescuing me, protecting me, avenging me, avenging Tess, keeping us safe.
“I love you so much. Thank you for rescuing us tonight.”
“I love you, too.” He said the sweet words but his voice was not sweet, it was filled with something else, something that made him flex his jaw. He slowed his pace, going deep with each slow thrust of his hips. He kept my eyes locked with his while he put his thumb between my legs and to my clit, kept at it until I moaned in ecstasy, and then he groaned as he came inside of me, still not losing the edgy expression when he rolled away and ran his hands through his hair.
I thought we’d curl up together and fall asleep after that. I got up, went to the bathroom to clean up, and came back to bed but then he grabbed me and kissed me hungrily and then his lips moved down my body, kissing, licking, and nipping as he moved down between my legs.
“Not done with you yet.”
He dragged me downwards, devouring my pussy with his mouth and fingers, making me come again, my legs hooked over his shoulders, my fists clenching the bed sheets, his tongue in me, his mouth sucking hard, and his thumb in my ass.
He was so determined, like it was his sole quest in life to bring me to orgasm fast and he did, lightning fast. So, after my fast arrival at a climax, coming so hard that I was trying to pull away and he wasn’t stopping, I pleaded,
“Tommy, baby, too much!”
And then he was back up at eye level and moving inside of me again, again looking into my eyes, looking so angry. He was still feeling a lot of what he’d felt in that limo and then in that warehouse with blood on him and on the floor. I could smell the blood, it was still in my nostrils, in my lungs.
It was more than a little bit concerning that cutting Leo, watching him get his ass violated, and then either killing him or watching him die didn’t take his anger down all that far. Very concerning.
I started to drift after a while and then I felt his lips and fingers on my belly and then finally, I think he went to sleep.
Tommy
I woke up to a tickle of Tia tracing the ink lines on my arm feather-light and then tracing the letters of her name on my chest. She did it, looking lost in thought, like she wasn’t even aware that she was doing it.
Immediately after feeling grateful I’d been able to get to her last night, the first thought I had was of Johnny.
Just before we left Fete, I’d seen the last body pulled out before they found the third bomb, which had been planted by the fire exit.
I didn’t know at the time but it was the body of Kate Lewis. Thirty-four years old, mother of six. Beautiful, vibrant, happy. John’s wife’s body was crushed when some of the ceiling fell and she and others were underneath. Being the tiny thing she was, she was under two other people, crushed by not just the debris, but them as well.
She, along with six other people, not including the fucker I’d shot, were dead. Some of them had their faces blown off. Ten other people had been hospitalized, a few critically, and Dex was one of the injured, although not the worst of the bunch. He had three broken ribs, a broken arm, a concussion, and a collapsed lung.
Johnny had a bad head injury and some severe bruising, but things were looking good for a full recovery, physically anyway. The guy had been my buddy for years. He was probably my closest friend. He’d been married to Kate for 14 years and was now the sole parent for their six kids. I was numb after getting that news but then started feeling a whole lot of shit.
I didn’t have it in me to tell Tia about it when I came to bed. I’d done what I needed to do to rid earth of that piece of scum before coming back to the hotel, finding out about Kate when I’d checked on things, and then I’d come to bed and fucked my girl. Twice. I nearly went back for a third time, feeling the need to keep that life-affirming connection with her, but she was exhausted after the first time.
I’d needed to hold her, feel her, make her moan for me. Because yeah, things were a bit fucked but I could’ve lost her. I could’ve lost her to the explosion or because that asshole that dragged her into that supply closet had taken her out of the building to deliver her to Leo. Who knew what he’d do to her?
My gut churned. I wanted to slit his throat all over again. He took my sister and fucked her over and I didn’t know if she’d ever be the same after that.
He could’ve taken my pregnant wife. And then he could’ve taken me, my wife, and my sister out. He’d have a price on his head for costing us money and costing Fete some bad PR if that’s all he’d done and no one had died. There was no way on earth he wasn’t getting dead for doing what he’d done.
I was relieved that she hadn’t rejected me when I needed her last night. It occurred to me that she might, being upset and seeing all she saw, not want one thing to do with me or my cock.
It wouldn’t have gone well if she had pushed me away. I needed her. Badly. And thank fuck she seemed to sense that. Thank fuck she seemed to need me, too.
I had her there at that warehouse for two reasons. One, I couldn’t bear to think of her being out of range of my protection.
Two, she needed to know.
She needed to know that if anyone fucked with my family, they would pay. She had some sort of malfunction because of being in Vegas with all the shit swirling, but she needed to get a handle on it and come to terms with the fact that the man she was tied to for the rest of her life was not a white hat wearing guy. I was who I was and she needed to get to terms with it so we could move the fuck on.
No, I didn’t want to wear the shoes my father left for me to fill but Pop make it pretty near impossible for me and Dare to escape this life unscathed. The men he was associated with would put out a hit on me and Dare if they thought he or I was anything but likeminded.
But also, it just wasn’t me. In my core, I was who I was. Maybe because of my life thus far and yeah, I wanted to be better for her, for our future kids, but when it all boiled down to it, she now knew I would put a knife to a throat, a bullet in a face, and order that
someone get sodomized with a rusty pipe for fucking with what was mine or what was under my protection.